The Story of a Ember That Became Fire

From the moment of birth I was a bastard. My mother was too slobbed to give a damn about the kids she had. My father was higher then Mount Everest, too far to bother trying to ask for help. I held my siblings close when they were sick. I took all the anger of the dumb duo, so my siblings didn't have to. My back could be scared with blood but I still cared for my siblings.

When I could, I worked. I let the college boys use me as they wished. As long as they paid the promised amount. It gave me all the money I needed to feed my siblings. Yet I was still stolen from. They still took out their anger at each other and everything else out on me. They stole my money for food somedays for their addictions.

I refused to tell on them because what good would that do. I took on all the responsibity to care for everyone of my siblings. I only snapped when my mother dare raise a hand at my siblings. I pushed her down, she was too drunk to really put up a fight. I helped my sibling feel better. Then I went to Child Protection Services. I told them everything and let them take pictures of every visible scar I had.

My parents weren't too pleased when they found out. They yelled at me and blamed me for everything. Their relationship problems, their cheating, their lack of wealth, and so many more. When they felt yelling wasn't enough, they devised a different plan when they both weren't under the influence.

All I remember feeling was a board hitting my head. Then the earth slowly crushing my lungs.

I just hope my death wasn't in vain and my siblings are safe.